Shinobi are cursed to seek violence.
I once thought it was simply a trait of humanity. Humanity is, by nature, a predatory race. But that is simply nature itself: we carve out a place for ourselves and fight, tooth and nail, for what we think we deserve. But shinobi? Shinobi are cursed to seek violence. Not in our blood and bones, not in our biology, but in our very chakra. Is it not so that one of the purest manifestations of our chakra is simple killing intent? No chakra-less human can produce such malice and harmful energy with mere biology. It is laced within chakra, a natural part of it. One need only look upon the Bijuu to know this with certainty. They are the oldest forms of chakra, malicious and terrifying. And yet, we did not just seal them away, we transformed them into weapons. Even when faced with something far more predatory than ourselves, so prone are we to violence that we sought to use that power to harm.
We are cursed, and like a disease we will spread our malice across the land until we burn ourselves to the ground in the effort of it. There will be no peace so long as chakra runs through our veins. There will be no end so long as the curse thrums within us.
But there is a way. There is a way to reset the world. To bring us to where we were before this madness was set upon us. There is a way to restore the natural order.
I know you will not like it. You're still naive enough to believe that your words can bring this all to an end. That is what always drew me to you. For a time, I believed it too. But you are incapable of seeing the cold malice in the eyes of those around you, the lust for bloodshed and power that will drive them to twist your work into something as foul as the Bijuu themselves. It is what she wanted. It is what the Sage tried to warn us of so many generations ago. She wants us to destroy ourselves. We are the legacy of her betrayal, and she wants us to suffer for it.
I will end this. I swear this to you, I will bring about that peace which we have desired for so long. I may fall for this, suffer a thousand lifetimes for what I shall wrought, but in the end we shall survive and there shall be peace, and she will not get her way.
I know this may make little sense to you now. And I know you will try to stop me. I say this to you now: this time there will be no hesitation. I will cut you down for your sake, for everyone's sake. But maybe I still hope that we can work as one. You could help me. You could-
A cold wind blew through the treetops, and his brush came to a halt against the paper. It was here early. He could feel it creeping upon his senses, a hatred that could stop a weaker man's heart and scatter even the hardened predators of the land away from it. He didn't have much time. He needed to send this message out now or else…
Please. We can do this together.
He tied the small scroll to the leg of his crow and sent it flying into the sky, towards home. Then, he stood and prepared to face a monster.